Page 14 of The Love Bitten Series: Vol 2

After opening the first box, I found myself getting into the spirit. Jareth had probably helped her by answering questions about my likes and dislikes, but with each present, it was obvious to me that Amaia had specifically picked it out. Her thoughtfulness made my heart swell with love for her.

When I’d opened the final gift on the couch, I held my hand out to my consort, urging her to come to me. She did so without hesitation, and I practically beamed at her. Lacing our fingers together, I tugged her down into my lap. I gave her a deep kiss, showing my gratitude, but also pouring all of my love into her. How the fuck did I ever get so lucky?

“I saved the best for last,” I murmured against her lips before we parted. “Am I going to get what I want most when I unwrap you, darling?”

Her eyes shined, and she giggled. “If you’re hoping your final present is to complete our claiming, then you must have been a very good boy this year.”

Before Amaia even knew what was happening, I stood with her in my arms and teleported us to our bedroom. I gently dropped her feet to the floor, and Amaia gasped as she looked around.

When I’d changed our clothes, I’d done a little redecorating in preparation for the claiming ceremony. The room was lit by dozens of white candles scattered about, barely illuminating the dark blue walls. I’d switched out the bed for an antique canopy—it fit our home, which looked more like a castle, so I decided to keep it. Besides, every time we saw the bed, it would be a reminder that we belonged solely to one another, forever.

The top of the bed was draped with dark blue silk that fell to the ground, creating a curtain on every side. The coverlet matched the canopy, but the sheets were a pristine white, and though she couldn’t see them yet, soft blue ties were attached to the headboard.

“It’s beautiful.” Her voice was filled with wonder, and I turned her toward me before cupping her face. I kissed her tenderly, even as I fought the desire to rip off her panties and bury myself deep inside her tight pussy until she was screaming my name.

Patience, Liam. You’ve waited almost five and a half centuries. You can last a little longer, draw this out, savor every moment. The mental lecture helped a little.

I let Amaia up for air after a minute, then guided her by the hand to the chair tucked under a dressing table. “We need to talk about what’s going to happen next,” I told her softly as I sat and brought her down onto my lap.

My sweet consort blushed bright red and looked up at me through her lashes. “Um...Everleigh already explained it.”

If I didn’t know that Marshall would burn my limbs off, I would have sent Amaia’s sister flowers and diamonds for preparing my gorgeous mate. “You know what to say?”

Amaia nodded shyly. “Good. I’m not sure I would have had the strength to go through it all with you without stripping you right here and fucking you on the carpet.” I buried my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling slowly, trying to bolster my control again.

“We’ll save that to try some other time,” she teased, making me laugh. “Right now, I want you to make me yours for eternity.”

“I will always give you anything you ask for that is within my power to do,” I vowed as I brought my head up and stared into her violet eyes.

“Then what are you waiting for, Liam?” Amaia climbed off my lap and stood between my legs, facing me. With a sultry smile, she pulled the tie to her robe deliberately, and maddeningly, slow. “Unwrap your present.”

The knot holding the sides together dissolved, and as it fell, her robe parted. My breath caught in my throat as I ogled the sliver of skin and cream silk peeking from the opening. Then she shrugged the wrap off her shoulders, and it fell to the ground, leaving her in the mouth-watering lingerie.

I wrapped my hands around her torso, my thumbs resting just below the roundness of her breasts that spilled out the bottom of the sash. It only partially covered the mounds, leaving a lot of skin exposed above and below. I teased the sensitive flesh with my thumbs, licking my lips when her nipples hardened and poked into the tightly bound fabric. Leaning forward, I sucked over one peak, leaving a wet spot on her top, and one in my pants when she moaned and shuddered.

My cock was so hard it hurt, but I didn’t rush. I gave the other side the same treatment, but my patience was nearly at its end. So when she whimpered and thrust her chest forward, I shot to my feet, sweeping her into my arms. Then I stalked to the bed and laid her in the very center, taking a few seconds just to admire the sight.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” I whispered in awe as I climbed on the bed. Moving over her and bending down onto all fours, I caged her in with my fists pressed into the mattress. “All in silky white, like a virgin bride on her wedding night. If I hadn’t already popped your cherry, I would have been tempted to hang the sheet out the window like they did in my early days. Proof that the wife now belonged to her husband.”

“Wife?” Amaia squeaked.

I laughed at her shocked but hopeful expression. “Did you think that ring was only symbolic of our vampiric bond?” She shrugged, her cheeks once again sprinkled with pink. “I’m going to bind you to me in every way possible, my darling. Claiming you, marking you, marrying you, and putting cute little Amaias in this sexy stomach.”

“What if I want little Liams?” she asked with a cheeky smile.

“I’ll keep trying until we have plenty of both,” I told her with a wink. “Starting tonight, I’m going to fill you with my come every chance I get until you’re breeding.”

“Okay,” she breathed. Her eyes glistened, and I frowned at the gathering moisture.

“Is something wrong with that plan? Because—”

“No!” Amaia cupped my cheeks and smiled tenderly. “They’re happy tears. I-I had no idea I could ever be this happy.”

I sighed with relief and matched her expression. “Neither did I, my love. But it’s about to get even better.”

Sitting back on my heels, I clenched my jaw against the onslaught of desire as I pulled the ends of the bow on her top and released her gorgeous breasts. “So fucking gorgeous.” I cupped the ample globes and rubbed my thumbs over the sensitive tips. Amaia moaned and pressed her chest deeper into my hands.

I was fast approaching the end of my rope, and ancient magic swirled around the room, fluttering the curtain and making the flames on the candles flicker. Linking our fingers, I pulled her up into a sitting position and kissed her deeply. When I ended it, I released one hand and tipped her chin with a finger so her head was nearly all the way back, and she was looking directly into my eyes.

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